have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

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[ofbreath]

Yeah that's unfortunately a thing. Come on. [Guides him, once the pants are on him, into his room because he is not letting you sleep on the couch when his bed is there.]

[oftime]

[ There's of course a moment where he wants to protest, and drags his heels a little because dude you are basically putting an invalid in your bed. But he knows better than to fuss with John on these things because it leads to Faces that are not of the adorable kind and bluh.

So all you get is a barrage of sneezes that he angles into an elbow so he doesn't sneeze all over John. ]

[ofbreath]

[Wow okay Dave you are kind of cute when you sneeze how does that even make sense. John pats him gently on the shoulder and despite his sneezing continues to guide him to the bed, sitting him down.]

[Another reason he's going to have you sleep here is his keyboard is in his room. So he can play for you instead of having to play the grand from the study and hope you hear it on the couch through six afghans.]

[oftime]

[ Yeah well you're even cuter when you sneeze, which he knows will be a thing by the time he gets better. Sorry, John, I gave you the sickies. But fine, yes, sitting down and staying there for a moment as he snuffles annoyedly, nose scrunched up despite the fact it's all clogged up.

God, six afghans sound fantastic right then. It's not that he's really cold at the moment, he just feels like that would be the best thing ever and John would be the best person for giving him six afghans and some music. Best brofriend. ]

[ofbreath]

Here. [He removes his hand from Dave's shoulder and pulls a box of kleenex out of a drawer in his nightstand-- God only knows what those are usually used for --and offers them to him.] Blow your nose or something.

[oftime]

[ The possible uses for the box of kleenex aren't lost on him, but he only stares at it for a moment before he takes it from John's hands. Admittedly, he supports it from the bottom as he does so. ]

Muh. Thanks. [ There's no attractive way to blow one's nose, so he just gets it out of the way. bbbt. ]

[ofbreath]

[Iconface, basically. He moves off the bed and folds back the blankets so Dave can crawl into them when he's done expelling snot into tissues.]

You want soup now, or should I let you sleep a bit?

[oftime]

[ Counter iconface. He sniffs a bit before throwing away the tissues, not about to leave snot rags everywhere. John's dealing with enough. ]

I dunno, soup sounds pretty good right now. [ Yes, blessed cushy bedness. Climbing into that. ]